Page 25 of Unforgettable Underboss

He picks up his speed again and smacks my ass once, twice, three times. I explode right as his hand makes contact for the fourth time.

“AH! Fuck, Enrico,oooohhhh…”

“Jesus, Valerie…”

He grips my hips tight enough to bruise and stills inside me. His cock swells as my pussy massages him over and over. He roars his release as it shoots out of him and paints my insides. I have no doubt that if I weren't already pregnant, this would get the job done.

We’re both breathing heavily as Enrico pulls out and crashes down next to me. He rolls me over and throws me across his chest so he can hold me. I rest my head over his heart and listen as it slowly returns to a regular beat.

I look up at him to see his eyes closed. He rubs small circles on my naked skin, sending shivers down my spine.

Finally, he cracks one eye open and looks down at me. His face breaks into the most adorable grin. “I love you so much, Valerie. You and our baby.”

“We love you,” I breathe.

This moment is so pure, so precious, I know I’ll remember it for the rest of my life. I can’t wait to have a million more memories with this incredible man.

EPILOGUE

ENRICO

Iwatch my beautiful wife adjust one of her charcoal portraits and stand back to ensure it’s straight. It’s her first gallery exhibit, and she’s been stressing about it for weeks. I know she’s going to be amazing, and this is just the start of her career as an artist.

My gorgeous Valerie huffs out a breath and puts her fists on her hips, staring at the art piece in question. I walk up behind her, slip my arms around her waist, and pull her back to my front. I press a soft kiss to the side of her neck, smiling to myself when she relaxes and leans into me.

“Everything is perfect, angel,” I murmur, my lips ghosting over the shell of her ear.

Valerie sighs and melts against me completely, surrendering to my care for her. I close my eyes and tighten my hold, letting her know without words that I’ll always be here to comfort and support her.

My woman managed to graduate art school while being an incredible mom to our two children. I love our kids to the ends of the earth, and I wish I could bottle their energy and take it with me. Sonya just turned four and isn’t afraid to share her opinion. Simon is only eighteen months old, but I already see his inquisitive personality shining through.

Thankfully, there is no shortage of babysitters in the Caparelli Family these days. Our kids are spending the night with Marco and Imogine and their two kids, Dexter and Vivian.

“Thanks,” Valerie whispers, drawing my attention back to her.

“Remember to take deep breaths and let me know if you need a break, okay?”

She nods, taking a deep breath. We stand there, looking at the portrait of a woman with an entire story etched in her haunted eyes. In the sketch, she’s holding a cigarette, the line of smoke cutting across part of her face to signify the dual nature of the subject.

“I met her the day the cops raided the compound,” Valerie whispers.

I tense, remembering that day. It feels like a lifetime ago.

“I was crouched in an alley, unsure where to go or what to do with myself. I felt like I didn’t belong anywhere.”

“I’m so sorry,” I reply, stroking her arm to let her know I’m here.

Valerie shakes her head gently. “No, it’s not about that,” she murmurs before turning to kiss my cheek. So damn sweet. “She took the time to check in on me even though I was a stranger.” She chuckles softly before adding, “She told me I was going to be okay and that one day I’d tell the world to suck my proverbial dick.”

We both laugh and I press a kiss to her temple. “Now that, I would love to see.”

Valerie opens her mouth, no doubt to give me a witty comeback, but the click of the gallery director’s heels on the hardwood floor pulls her attention away.

"Showtime, love," I whisper before reluctantly stepping away from her.

I watch my wife shake hands and charm everyone who walks through the door. The gallery fills with more and more people who adore my talented wife’s artwork. She deserves every heartfelt compliment and awed praise.

Several members of the Caparelli Family show up in support of one of their own, including Aurelio. He shakes Valerie’s hand and grabs two drinks from a nearby tray. He heads my way, handing me one of the drinks when he reaches me.

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